I'm happy for you, my friend.Celaena smiled back. I think... I think I'm happy for me, too.And she was. For the first time in years, she was truly .
I'd walk into the burning heart of hell itself to find you.
I wished my human heart had been changed with the rest of me, made into immortal marble. Instead of the shredded bit of blackness that it now was, leaking its ichor into me. Tamlin
I tugged on the hem of his shirt, and he rose onto his elbows, helping me remove his jacket, then the shirt beneath. A bruise marred his ribs, an angry splotch—It’s fine, he said before I could speak....
I think she was a god... I never learned her name. She only left a note with two lines. For wherever you need to go - and then some. The world needs more healers. - Yrene, about Aelin
I see you inherited your father’s temper, Darrow sneered. Is this how you plan to rule? When you don’t like someone, you’ll threaten them?
I miss you,' she said. 'Every day, I miss you. And I wonder what you would have made of all this. Made of me. I think - I think you would have been a wonderful king. I think they would have liked you...
I have better things to do than care about whether you live or die.
I hate women like that. They're so desperate for the attention of men that they'd willingly betray and harm members of their own sex.
I ever needed them. He’d taken my weapons,
Hush. Your hair was so pretty. I was hoping you’d let me braid it one day. I suppose I’ll have to buy a pony instead.
His skin shimmered with veins of pure gold -- iridescent, like a blue butterfly.
High Lady of the Night Court, Defender of the Rainbow and the … Desk.
Hello, Celaena, he said as calmly as he could, well aware that two Fae males behind him could hear his thundering heart. Rolfe whipped his head toward him. Because it was Celaena who sat here—for what...
He wasn’t coming. He wasn’t coming to get her. She should be glad. Should be relieved. She was relieved. And yet … and yet …
He forgot Gavriel and Lorcan as he bolted for her—the gold and red and blue flames utterly hers, this heir of fire. Spying him at last, she smiled faintly. A queen’s smile.
He felt as if there were something inside him that didn't fit in with their merriment, with their willing ignorance of the world outside the castle.
He didn’t smile.
He didn't stop moving, seemed to know where every opponent fought both ahead and behind, seemed to breathe in the flow of the battle around him...I'd never seen anything like it-- the skill and the pr...
Gods, he was brilliant. Cunning and wicked and brilliant.Even when he beat the hell out of her. Every. Damn. Day.